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Updated: September 16, 2025
The walls of the southernmost warehouse followed the roof, crashing inward one after the other, a sacrificial pyre with its purpose consummated; and in the seeth and flare of its passing, Tom Vanrevel again shaded his eyes with his hand, and looked down across the upturned faces.
The cravat was never tied; Tom's hands dropped to his sides as he started back from the staring face in the mirror. Robert Carewe was waiting and Crailey All at once there was but one vital necessity in the world for Tom Vanrevel, that was to find Crailey; he must go to Crailey even in Carewe's own house he must go to Crailey! He dashed down the stairs and into the street.
However, no one, except the author himself, knew that Betty was the subject; for Crailey certainly did not mention it to Miss Bareaud, nor to his best friend, Vanrevel. It was to some degree a strange comradeship between these two young men; their tastes led them so often in opposite directions.
"Then what is it, Mamie?" "Lemme git my bref, suh, an' you hole yo'ne whiles I tell you! She say to me, she say: 'Is you 'quainted Maje' Vanrevel, Mamie? s' she, an' I up'n' ansuh, 'Not to speak wid, but dey ain; none on 'em I don' knows by sight, an' none betterer dan him, I say.
"I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it the hope that there It might not withered be." Perhaps, just then, Vanrevel would have wished to hear him sing anything in the world rather than that, for on Crailey's lips it carried too much meaning tonight, after the voice in the garden.
I'll see General Trumble in heaven before I'll drink it!" There rose at once a roar of anger and disapproval, and Crailey became a mere storm centre amid the upraised hands gestulating madly at him as he stood, smiling again, upon his chair. "This comes of living with Tom Vanrevel!" shouted the General furiously. "This is his damned Abolition teaching!
Carewe had compelled himself to a certain outward calmness, but now, in the uncontrollable agitation of his anger, he sprang to his feet and struck one of the wooden pillars of the porch a shocking blow with the bare knuckles of his clenched hand. "Do you know what it was? It was a eulogy of that damned Vanrevel!
Tom Vanrevel had painted her incoherently, but richly, in spite of that, his whole heart being in the portrait; and Crailey Gray had smiled at what he deemed the exaggeration of an ordinarily unimpressionable man who had fallen in love "at first sight;" yet, in the presence of the reality, the Incroyable decided that Tom's colors had been gray and humble.
They swept into Main Street, Nelson leaning far across to the other's bridle, and turning both horses toward the river, but before they had made the corner, Tom Vanrevel was running with all the speed that was in him toward his enemy's house.
"You knows me, who I am an' whum I cum f'um, nigh's well's I knows who you is, I reckon, Maje' Vanrevel?" "Yes, yes, I know. Will you tell me who sent you?" "Miz Tanberry, suh, dat who sended me, an' in a venomous hurry she done de same!" "Yes. Why? Does she want me?" Mamie emitted a screech. "'Deed she mos' everlas'in'ly does not! Dat de ve'y exackindes' livin' t'ing she does not want!"
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